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Hammamet Medina
In a narrow alley
I pause to enjoy
sweet smelling jasmine:
A young boy slips
his soft hand into mine.
'Amour, amour,' he smiles
through worldly eyes.
I shake my head.
'English, ' he confirms
with a nod and tugs my arm
'Come... come. Enjoy
couscous with Maria.
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